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Zhang Qichao: Tracking

author:The fragrance falls into the dust
Zhang Qichao: Tracking

On May Day International Labor Day, the township organized the branch secretaries of our 18 administrative villages to travel to Hainan at public expense, although such a tour is once a year, but this time it is a plane, and everyone is still very excited. The first stop of our tour was Hangzhou West Lake, which is called paradise on earth, and we got off the plane from Xiaoshan International Airport, because it takes three or four taxis to sit, so we chartered a tourist bus, prepared drinks, and found a tour guide and went straight to the West Lake. The driver stopped near the Leifeng Pagoda, and each of us took a Little Red Riding Hood and took a bottle of green tea, showing us its magic and grandeur through the pine cypress, the majestic Leifeng Pagoda. I quickly gathered everyone for a group photo. When everyone was arranged in turn, I held up my camera and was about to take a picture, when I found an old woman in her sixties, dressed as a peasant, carrying a large bag sewn from coarse cloth, looking at us with a pair of Mandarin duck eyes. I waved my hand to signal the old lady to let go, and the old lady looked around, and only then did she seem to understand her own superfluousness, and hurriedly retreated to the side. Took a photo, deputy township chief Zhao, who was responsible for leading the team, took out 800 yuan to buy a ticket for each person to climb the Leifeng Tower, and everyone flocked to the ticket gate, I found that the old lady also followed us to the ticket gate, presumably there is no or reluctant ticket for 40 yuan, right? I followed until I reached the ticket gate before I stood still and watched us swing up the elevator of Leifeng Tower.

Zhang Qichao: Tracking

From the Leifeng Pagoda, all the way along the lake to the willow waves to smell the warblers. At this time, I suddenly saw a pair of wild ducks in the lake, next to the turquoise lotus leaves, the little red head was up and down, constantly looking for it in the water, and I suddenly said, Wow! Willow dipped Danqing wrote reflections, duck peeling dry lotus looking for spring busy. I lost no time in opening the camera, just about to take this rare picture, and found an old lady with a backpack, once again appearing in my lens, looking at me with a pair of Mandarin duck eyes. I hurried to the side to dodge, but the weeping willow branches above could not be illuminated, so I had to wave my hand to signal the old lady to go away, but the old lady did not know how to give way to the lake, and this dodge actually frightened a pair of wild ducks into the water. What a rare picture of "spring" freehand, so destroyed and missed, I regrettably put down the camera, wanted to lose my temper, and did not say anything, and smacked the old lady hard. I suddenly remembered that it was she who interfered with my photo in front of the Leifeng Pagoda, that is, this pair of Mandarin duck eyes and a large bag sewn with coarse cloth, but the food and drink in the bag were not reduced -- most of them were walking, eating and drinking,—— seemed to be fuller than before. It's really weird, why do you have to walk with us? What a disgrace. Filled with resentment and regret, I walked into the willow wave to smell the warblers. Willow wave warbler is worthy of the name of the imperial garden, willow warbler wan, flowers and grass, fruit is a wonderful place to enjoy rest, everyone proposes to take a break here, and then take 1600 yuan, buy 80 yuan for each person an hour ferry ticket to visit the West Lake. There happens to be a gazebo not far away, there are several tea tables under the pavilion, a question, a seat - a cup of West Lake Longjing 80 yuan, and a limited time charge. Anyway, there was a public reimbursement, so we wrapped up three tables and put half a bottle of drink on the table. Sitting in this fairyland on earth, almost everyone lingers and does not want to move. Wang Zhishu of a neighboring village said, "Anyway, the time is still early, so take a little more rest." How about we play cards? Everyone shouted, "Good, good! Playing cards and leisure in such a quiet place is really becoming a god. "As I played cards, I involuntarily admired the surrounding scenery, and then I found that the old lady with the backpack had also stopped and did not go, and that she was standing so foolishly under the hot sun not far from us, still looking at us with those mandarin duck eyes, as if waiting for us. I immediately developed inexplicable disgust and curiosity, and Wang Zhishu next to me said, "You found that no, this old woman seems to have been following us since Leifeng Pagoda." ”

Zhang Qichao: Tracking

Wang Zhishu moved the handbag on the table to his front and said sarcastically, "You must be trying to sell us something, or else you are soliciting customers from the hotel." Unfortunately we have already booked a 5 star hotel. "Say it, laugh out loud." I asked. Wang Zhishu held out his hand to stop me, "Play cards, play cards." You have to deal with what she does, a stupid old woman. Despite Wang Zhishu's words, curiosity drove me to turn around. I deliberately made the words euphemistic: "Do you need any help from us?" Listening to my questioning, the old lady looked a little embarrassed and lowered her head, trying to turn around and walk away, but she glanced at the table and still did not leave. I jokingly asked, "I found that you have been with us since the Leifeng Tower, you wouldn't have meant to follow us, would you?" The old lady took a pair of mandarin duck eyes and looked at the table again, and said with a snort: "You don't have to misunderstand, I have no evil intentions." I asked again, "So what have you been following us for?" The old lady pointed to the table and said, "I'm just waiting to pick up the bottles of drinks you've drunk." I froze suddenly, "What? You followed us so far, just for these few green tea bottles? "But no, one can sell for three cents!" 2013.9.28 in Hangzhou

*About author: Zhang Qichao, male, 60 years old, a nerd born in Shaying, wandering in Qiantang